Billy Currington - She Knows What To Do With A Saturday Night lyrics
[Billy Currington - She Knows What To Do With A Saturday Night lyrics]
She don't cook, she don't clean
She ain't never found the knob
On the washing machine
She don't iron, she don't sew
Says why waste time, folding clothes
She ain't never gonna get Mama's recipe right
But she knows what to do
With a Saturday night
Hit every hot spot all around town
Turn it on up, she'll tear it on down
People rubber necking
Trying to see her dance
She got a belly button ring
And some low-rider pants
They call me lucky, I know that's right
She knows what to do with a Saturday night
She makes a mean margarita
And a Singapore Sling
And if ya'll are into Skynard
She sure can sing she's gonna run the table
If you let her break
She might pop out of the
Top of a birthday cake
And that little black dress painted on tight
She knows what to do with a Saturday night
Hit every hot spot all around town
Turn it on up, she'll tear it on down
People rubber necking
Trying to see her dance
She got a belly button ring
And some low-rider pants
They call me lucky, I know that's right
She knows what to do with a Saturday night
We get home in the early am
That's when all the real fun begins
Yeah, she holds me close and
Whispers in my ear
Every little sweet thing I want to hear
Then she lights them candles and
Out go the lights
She knows what to do with a Saturday night
Yeah, they call me lucky, I know that's right
She knows what to do with a Saturday night
Saturday night with a Saturday night
Saturday night
She ain't never found the knob
On the washing machine
She don't iron, she don't sew
Says why waste time, folding clothes
She ain't never gonna get Mama's recipe right
But she knows what to do
With a Saturday night
Hit every hot spot all around town
Turn it on up, she'll tear it on down
People rubber necking
Trying to see her dance
She got a belly button ring
And some low-rider pants
They call me lucky, I know that's right
She knows what to do with a Saturday night
She makes a mean margarita
And a Singapore Sling
And if ya'll are into Skynard
She sure can sing she's gonna run the table
If you let her break
She might pop out of the
Top of a birthday cake
And that little black dress painted on tight
She knows what to do with a Saturday night
Hit every hot spot all around town
Turn it on up, she'll tear it on down
People rubber necking
Trying to see her dance
She got a belly button ring
And some low-rider pants
They call me lucky, I know that's right
She knows what to do with a Saturday night
We get home in the early am
That's when all the real fun begins
Yeah, she holds me close and
Whispers in my ear
Every little sweet thing I want to hear
Then she lights them candles and
Out go the lights
She knows what to do with a Saturday night
Yeah, they call me lucky, I know that's right
She knows what to do with a Saturday night
Saturday night with a Saturday night
Saturday night